OUCH!" Akihito groaned for the umpt

OUCH!" Akihito groaned for the umpteenth time as he massaged his ankle.

Stupid Asami, he cursed.

After sukiyaki, he left Asami's penthouse when the older man was taking his shower – Okay, sneaked out, Akihito admitted since he did not tell the yakuza he was leaving.

Akihito ran his fingers on his left ankle gingerly, cursing his bad luck. How on earth did he misstep on the stairs leading to train platform; he never knew. He guessed he was too preoccupied about escaping from Asami that he didn't see where he was going.

A few hums of the sukiyaki song and the next thing Akihito knew, he landed on the floor, with both hands stretched out. His left ankle twisted in a way Akihito could not imagine. It hurt so bad that the photographer had to remain at the same position for a full minute, ignoring concerned passers-by who offered help.

Eventually, he managed to drag himself up and to the nearby benches after realizing that he had embarrassed himself enough by sitting on the floor. He bit his lips, trying to stop the tears as the pain radiated around his ankle. Akihito waited for the pain to ease before hobbling into the last train, all the while cursing Asami.

If he didn't bring me back to the penthouse, this wouldn't have happened, Akihito cursed angrily. Damn that man and his uncontrollable sexual urges.

He didn't know how he managed to walk from the train station to his run-down apartment but he did; mostly gritting his teeth, trying to hold himself from screaming. He couldn't be more relieved when he slumped on the small couch, resting his poor foot.

At least I've showered in Asami's apartment. It was a small consolation as Akihito didn't think he could walk another step to the bathroom. He rummaged through the first aid box he kept under the coffee table, pulling out some ointment and bandage.